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Sitting On A Bench In The Park On A Sunny DayA book in my hand, I observedthe geeseAmbling over to me by the bench,Hissing.A row of pointed teeth.Sprays of water shooting upGlittering drops falling onsensible ducks.They cut the water as they swim.A man sat on the benchnext to me - in his handa notebook."Do you come here often?"he asks.I question my instinct.Ravens caw loudly above,a whole crew of themcircling the area.Black against the yellow sun.I look like a foreigner, anartist.It is the man, he has said so.My metal badges clink as Iretrieve a pen from my bag,my metal badges are myforeigner's label

Day four of NaPoWriMo! I used the prompt today - at least I tried! My poem is probably not that mysterious... ;) Canvas CityPast the train tracksDisused buildings in greyUsed at dusk.Worn clothes asour uniform,dust mask, abandanna in black.A clattering ofcontainers anda click of lid removedChase that grey away,art warriors of the night!

Oh, day three - I still feel so rusty from such a long absence - I realised I did not even participate in NaPo last year! I am not even sure why... In any case, today's poem is a serious flop. But I said I'd write a poem a day. I didn't say I'd write a good one every day..

Day 2 - did not use the NaPoWriMo prompt, but was inspired by an image brought to mind after listening to a song. Short poem for today. 45Electric crackle through the soulDusty shafts in gloomy roomsThe needle drops, commence the soundWhirring, purring, round and around.

It's April, which means one thing! POEMS!! I'm back for another edition of NaPoWriMo, and this year I am so going to get that poem a day! I'm starting things off with a short and sweet haibun, courtesy of yesterday's early bird prompt on the NaPoWriMo blog. A quick and simple poem to easy myself into the challenge.

Day 1 - HaibunThe sun peeps tentatively through the clouds, early morning teacup on the edge of the counter. Skin smelling of olives. The day bursts with promise, but off to work they go.Birds chirp at the breeze April around the corner Promise of freedom